Laura can’t think of a single thing that she can do. She’s a year old and in a playpen. Her stomach rumbles. Laura first thinks that it’s because she’s hungry, but is proven wrong when she lets out a loud, wet fart and floods her diaper with poop.
Finally pushed to the brink, Laura spits out her pacifier and begins to wail. How could she have had anything left in her bowels? She’s messed herself twice today already! This particular messy diaper feels and smells worse than her previous ones, making Laura even more upset.
“What the-” a voice says. Someone picks Laura up. Laura continues to sob. “Geez, you’re the stinkiest baby I’ve ever seen,” says whoever is holding Laura. Laura is carried behind the counter and into a backroom, where the employee quickly changes her. “Oh, that explains why you’re so smelly. You’ve got the runs,” the employee remarks.
Laura begins to cry harder. She’s an incontinent baby with diarrhea and can’t even talk!
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” the employee coos, popping something into Laura’s mouth. She instinctively suckles, and discovers that it is a bottle of warm milk. She guzzles it down hungrily. “That’s better.” Once Laura finishes the bottle, the employee burps her. “Let me guess. Something in this shop made you a baby?”
“Ba,” Laura whimpers, nodding.
“That’s what I thought. Don’t worry, we’ll get you all sorted out. Come on, stinky girl.” The employee carries Laura back to the front of the store and turns the open sign on the door over, making it read “closed”. “Stinky girl, think you can point out the thing that made you this small?”
“Ga,” Laura says, nodding again.
“Great!” The employee sets Laura on the ground. “Once you show me what it is, we can get to work on fixing you.” Laura sits up and looks around, praying that she’ll find the dice.